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fluffylino · 5 months

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boypussy!hyunjin pt 3

lollipop lollipop lollipop

-contains mature themes (it starts off smutty and then becomes really fluffy)

"hyunjin what are you doing?"

your eyes trailed down to the boy who was in your lap. the lollipop you were originally eating, not yours anymore.

the boy was hunched over, his legs spread out on the couch, laying flat on his stomach as he took the candy you were holding into his mouth.

his tongue rolling over it. as he took it deep, almost gagging. at first, you were innocently enjoying it when he plopped himself down.

"im tired" he had said. their shoot had ended only an hour back. you hummed, while eating the candy. you were used to him complaining and he loved when you'd listen to him. he lazily lied down beside you. sweetly asking if he could have a taste.

how could you ever say no to those pretty pleading eyes. not to mention the smudged eye makeup he had not wiped off yet.

dark makeup suited him.

unconciously you swiped your thumb against the corner of his lip. where sugary essence had stained his lips. making them extra pink.

"is it that good?" you asked and he looked up at you with sparkly eyes.

"mhm hm"

"yea?" you teased, running your fingers through his hair. he made a sound that almost sounded like he was purring.

he stuck his tongue out, licking the lollipop from the top to the base, gradually going lower. his hands holding onto your thigh, like an actual puppy.

"are you pressing your legs together" you confirmed, noticing how his thighs were quivering. he whined.

"Hyunjin."

he halted his tactics at your tone. this wasn't a time for him to be a brat.

if he really wanted something up his cunt, he'd have to work for it. you'd make him earn it.

"e-empty" he whispered, blushing when you looked down at him.

"the fridge?" you joked, faking a confused look. to which his cheeks grew red.

"n-no"

"then what do you mean?"

"me...i want m-mommy" you laughed softly.

"but mommy is here, im right next to you baby" you teased, heart swelling as he hid his face in his hands. he stayed like that for a few seconds before shaking his head.

"I want you to fuck me damnit"

you jumped at his sudden outburst. frustration in his voice. he pulled away, sitting on his haunches. he knew he made a mistake. this wasn't how he could talk to you. a quiet sorry was what he whispered.

you pitied him. maybe this time you could let it go. have a little fun with him.

"take your pants off and lay on your back"

he shuffled around, shoving his pants off and laying back for you.

you couldn't help but stare right at his pussy. he was...wet? or had he been wet?

"were you needy during the entire shoot?"

embarassingly he nodded, subtly crossing his legs.

"oh my baby, it must've been so uncomfortable"

he nodded again. he loved when you doted on him. made him feel like he was nothing but a dumb dog who'd listen to anything you'd say.

"im giving you two options. can you be a good boy and answer well?"

he shook his head.

"either i fuck you with this lollipop or you can hump my thigh" you stroked his leg, watching how his expression changed.

"i want y-you"

"but this is me, puppy. i'm tired today... will you please let mommy rest-"

"you can rest mommy...but i can't decide"

"does puppy need me to decide for him?"

"yes please" he was so polite.

"how about the lollipop?"

hyunjin mewled as you pressed the tip of the bubblegum lollipop against his folds. the pink sugary substance mixing with his wetness. you prodded at his swollen clit. that looked like it was begging for attention.

"baby your pussy is so pink"

you couldn't help but admire it. the colour dripping down. his inner thighs stained with it.

it looked sweet. even sweeter since it was on his pretty cunt.

without much thought, you pushed his legs apart to lick a long strip. both of y'all moaning in unison.

"m-mommyyy no teasing" he mumbled, lips forming into a pout. you wanted to kiss it away.

"sorry puppy...i couldn't control myself"

you were in fact wet and aching.

you slipped the candy between his cunt. the tip rubbing deliciously against his clit. he was good enough to stay still and enjoy it despite being horny.

In times like this you would always put his pleasure before yours. he needed relief.

you nudged it in, watching how his pussy spasmed. so eager-

"w-wait"

you stopped all your actions. worried that you did something wrong. there was a long pause until hyunjin clambered over to you. choosing to sit on your lap. his naked thighs caging you in.

not to mention he was bigger than you, so he covered you whole. but in moments like this, he looked smaller. and cuter than ever.

he cupped your face with his shaky hands, gently pressing his lips against your parted ones.

you felt your heart race. what was he doing? it took you off guard. you wrapped your arms around his waist.

"s-sorry i stopped you..." he apologised, his eyes a bit teary. you felt your heart sink.

"whats wrong? did you not like it"

"no i loved it...i suddenly felt like i just wanted to be close to you. i just want to stick to you" hyunjin mumbled, leaning back in to capture your lips. the taste of cherry still lingering on his lips.

he kissed you like he had not got the chance to for weeks.

slow and so full of love.

you could feel tears forming in your eyes. it had been a long time since the both of you had done something like this.

the lollipop still resting in your hand.

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nqctar · 3 months

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𖦹 fireworks ; anton lee

pairing. best friend!anton x f!reader. genre. fluff. childhood friends to lovers. inspired by tsitp. synopsis. in the midst of a perfect summer night’s breeze, through flashes of fireworks, your summers spent wishing for anton to give you a sign finally come true. warnings. kissing. physical touch. wc. 1,344 words.

( 🐚 ) ONE SUMMER CAN CHANGE EVERYTHING.

you were in love. you knew it the moment you took glances at anton through your embarassingly large and round eyeglasses. right down to the first brace faced smile the two of you shared, there was always an unspoken mutual pining. though it had been years since that first encounter, seeing him each summer was like the first time over and over again. almost as if anton was a dream you conjured up through fevered nights. he seemed like someone you'd make up in your head to pass time and daydream about.

he was the physical manifestation of all your daydreams. knowing that made your heart ache. every summer you spent with him, digging up seashells along the salty shorelines of cousins beach and pushing each other into the freezing cold water still wasn't enough. you needed more than summers from him. you needed his cello callused hands to run through your hair. you needed to wake up in the morning and see his big brown eyes marveling at you.

you didn't need the summer anymore, if it meant you'd bask for eternity in anton's presence. he was everything to you.

though you wished every lovesick thought you had of him could come true, you found yourself going home at the end of each summer wanting for more. wishing you'd left with a kiss instead of a secret handshake the two of you made up in his treehouse the first summer you met. you deserved more, you thought. with nine years of wishing, something's gotta give.

"i am in control of my destiny," you say through closed eyes while sitting criss-crossed in front of lit french toast scented candles and a mirror. "my fate is up to me." the meditation track booming through your noise cancelling headphones drowned out the sounds of anton's audible confusion.

deep in your own zen and thought, you feel a gentle hand reach out and touch your shoulder. the feeling makes you jump, letting out a yelp louder than you can hear over the music.

"holy shit anton! where did you come from?!" laughter ripples through him, and he clutches his stomach while trying to regain some composure. as always, your heart does backflips upon seeing his beaming smile right in front of you. crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes. he looked so, so pretty. you wanted to lean in and-

not now. maybe not today, even. things were perfect between you two. ruining your friendship with a kiss wasn't a chance you wanted to take. not now, not ever.

brushing your feelings aside, you blow the candle flames out and toss your headphones onto the bed. anton had calmed down already, though giggles still shook his body. you rolled your eyes at him. "it wasn't that funny, shut up." anton wiped a tear from his face, shaking his head. "don't be lame, it was hilarious."

"we're about to light the fireworks, obviously i don't want you to miss it so," he stops to brush a strand of long hair out of your face. an action he'd done many times before. it was almost second nature to him, yet it almost made your knees buckle. "finish your weird demonic chanting and come outside with me."

you grab your hoodie, one that actually belonged to anton during his brief stint on the cousins beach rowing team, he'd given it to you two years ago. it was a size too big for you then, and still too big for you now.

"you actually still use that? stop reminding me of my dark past." anton groans.

again, you roll your eyes. “it's comfortable, deal with it. and what 'dark past?' you were on the team for like two weeks. what's the worst that could've happened?"

anton shivers as the two of you step into the surprisingly chilled july air. "i tipped over in the boat and started screaming. people recorded it. they called me the cousins beach klutz." he cringes at the memory, and in turn you laugh. "okay, maybe that does count as a dark past."

the two of you walk down to your special spot, one you both found accidentally after running along the beach back to anton's summer house thinking you'd miss the fireworks. you remember the flashes of red white and blue that lit up the sky, how your hand brushed up against anton's as you both settled on a huge rock. that was the first time you considered your feelings for anton being more than just a normal crush.

it was also the first time you realized how quickly your feelings for him grew.

the two of you both sit down somewhat comfortably on that same rock, closer together than last year. he sets his the stand of his phone down in front of you both, something he does every year to document your reactions to the fireworks. you never questioned it, though something in the back of your mind gives you hope that he's doing it as an excuse to fill his gallery up with pictures and videos of you.

neither of you talk. there's tension in the air for some reason, and anton can feel it too. he peeks down at your hand, covering it with his own.

"your hands look cold," his voice is quiet. he's coming off shy. something is different.

"i'm just... warming them for you." your heart begins to race faster than it was before. you turn to look at him just as the first fireworks begin to colour the sky.

between the illuminated flashes of colourful lights bursting in the night sky, the earth had a population of two.

just anton, and you.

to your surprise anton was staring right back at you, big brown eyes peering into yours. he brushes a lock of hair away from your face and leans in. "i really want to kiss you." he whispers. the intoxicating scent of his vanilla conditioner calms you. anton is as perfect as he's always been, your very own dream come true.

this moment was the culmination of your winters spent praying to whoever was listening for summer to arrive quicker than last year. every drive back to your house at the end of each summer you held tears back was not in vain. everything you wanted was right in front of you.

"kiss me," you utter. "just kiss me."

with the last few bursts of fireworks blooming in the starry night sky, anton's strawberry chapstick flavoured lips meet yours. he kisses you with the fervor of years spent pining and waiting. his hands run through your hair, your noses bump, he lets a thumb smooth over the side of your face. he's everywhere you want him to be.

his hands drag up and down your sitting frame. the two of you pull away for air, lips swollen from the intensity of the kiss.

"we just kissed." anton remarks, somewhat in shock. his hand finds yours again, lacing your fingers together with his.

"i've been waiting so long for you to make a move, y/n." he lets out a nervous laugh. "i was worried you didn't feel the same."

your face reddens. "i didn't want to ruin us. i was scared that i'd do the wrong thing and you'd leave me." you admit. sympathy flashes over anton's face. "god no, i wouldnt—" he picks your hand up and kisses the back of it. "i'm not going anywhere, y/n."

"you're stuck with me forever." he grins.

you place a soft kiss to his lips again, savouring the brief moment.

"i wouldn't have it any other way, anton." he blushes at your response, ears reddening with shyness.

an unspoken 'i love you' lingers in the air, both of you too timid to say it out loud.

maybe next summer, you think.

for now, you curl into his side, choosing to rest your head on his shoulder.

everything in this moment feels perfect.

it's just you and anton existing together. you'd spend the rest of forever this way, if only you could.

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haloshornsinkstains · 7 months

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Learn to Share

This took me an embarassingly long time to write, but I'm trying to get back into the swing of things (and I might try to write a part 2 to this as well).

One Piece Live Action - (Future) Mihawk x F!Reader x Shanks

“S’whats a pretty girl like you doin’ here ‘lone?”

You breathed out slowly through your nose, fingers tightening on the glass in your hand. This was the third one tonight. You’d come here to get away from annoying men, yet here you were attracting them like flies to honey. As if your frankly impressive resting bitch face wasn’t enough to tell people not to bother you.

“I’m here for peace, and you happen to be ruining it.” You grit out, casting a quick sideways glance at the man.

“Ah, you don’t wanna be here ‘lone surely, pretty gal like you.” He leant in closer, the stink of his breath wafting into your face. “Come w’me an’ I’ll show you a real good time.”

You swore under your breath, turning to face the man and flicking your coat open slightly to flash your daggers. “Like I said, you’re ruining my peace. You can leave now, or I can make you.”

Apparently the alcohol had really dulled all of the man’s brain cells because he just laughed, leaning further towards you, gaze planted firmly on your chest. “Don’ be like that pretty, I’ll relieve you tension yeah?”

“I believe the lady said no.”

Both of you turned to the stranger, you to chastise him when you had that handled, the drunkard apparently to chase the stranger off, but neither of you could find words when those piercing yellow eyes came into view. You watched from the corner of your eyes as the drunk spluttered apologies, his face going a sickly shade of white as he scampered away. Arching one eyebrow at the stranger you dipped your head slightly in thanks. He was striking, pale skin and the most intense gaze you’d ever seen, all framed by sharp black hair.

“Let me buy you a drink… as thanks.”

The words left your mouth before your brain could engage and you could barely hide your mortification at your own actions.

“No need for thanks. Though… I suppose a drink couldn’t hurt.”

The stranger settled into the recently vacated seat and you nodded towards the bartender for two more drinks.

Before long two glasses of decent rum were set onto the counter in front of you. Quietly you thanked the bartender, before lifting the glass in a silent toast to your new companion. Thankfully he said nothing in return, only dipped his head and lifted the glass to his lips. Smiling to yourself you settled for a quiet drink, hopeful that the presence of this stranger would deter most of the idiots from bothering you.

It almost worked, but unfortunately you didn’t think there was any power on the seas that could stop your captain from bothering you.

“Ehh, there you are princess! You left the party without telling anyone!”

You groaned, steadfastly ignoring the man as he came up behind you and slung his arm around your shoulder, evidently completely ignoring the man sat beside you. You cast a quick glance sideways to check that he was, in fact, still sat there, and sighed.

“I wanted a quiet drink. Emphasis on the quiet.”

“Hey, we’re great company. Besides you should have told- Hawk Eyes! What are you doing with my lookout?!”

“Just a quiet drink.”

You narrowed your eyes at him before looking back at your captain. “It was a quiet drink, so if you’d be so kind… y’know, while I ask how the hell you know each other.”

“Oh, Hawk Eyes and I go way back.” Your captain, ignoring your request, settled down on the stool at your other side, resting his shoulder against yours.

“This wasn’t exactly what I meant Captain,” you grumbled half-heartedly, “I came here to escape the crew.”

“Ah, gorgeous, I’m the Captain not the crew. And we both know you don’t really want to escape me.”

The man on your other side, Hawk Eyes apparently, hummed and gestured for more drinks, “if you’re part of his crew then you know there’s no getting rid of him. Believe me, I’ve tried.”

You sigh, defeated, and nod slowly. “Point taken. How do you know each other anyway?”

“We were rivals!”

Your jaw went slack, eyes darting between your Captain and the mysterious stranger. “I’m sorry, you were what?!”

“Oh yeah, old Hawk Eyes used to hunt me down for fights all the time!”

“You just happened to be an interesting opponent.”

You grabbed the drink settled in front of you and downed half of it in one swallow. “Nope, I refuse to believe that you and Hawk Eyes here were rivals. One of you is clearly too good for that.”

“Mihawk. I prefer to be addressed by name, and I believe you have more manners than Shanks.”

Swiftly you drained the second half of your glass. “I think I should get some air.”

Before you could even rise to your feet you felt the arm clamp down around your shoulders, pushing you back down. For a drunk man with only one arm Shanks was much stronger than most gave him credit for, including you.

“Oh come on gorgeous, don’t you want to hear stories of my amazing adventures?”

To your surprise you found yourself enjoying the tales they told you, mostly Shanks though Mihawk chipped in occasionally. A few more drinks and you began to forget why you’d wanted to leave, the shock of the greatest swordsman in the world sitting beside you long gone. You leant against the bar, Shanks’ arm still around your shoulders, the three of you pressed much closer together than when you’d first started.

“So you two are like… best friends or something?”

“Good Lord no.” Mihawk protested, while Shanks laughed loudly down your ear.

“Close enough Princess.”

You hummed, nodding your head. “I can see it, you work well together.”

Slowly you started to rise from your stool, only for Shanks to push you back down.

“And where are you going now Princess?”

Frowning you pointed towards the back of the bar, “powder my nose, I’ll be right back.”

Reluctantly he let you stand, both men watching protectively as you made your way to the washrooms in the back of the bar.

“She’s quite something hmm?”

Shanks huffed, finally pulling his attention from the direction you’d left to narrow his eyes at his old friend. “She’s my lookout, don’t go stealing her for your crew.”

“I don’t need a crew, but you could learn some lessons about sharing.”

Shanks eyes sparkled and he smiled. “Now that, I can get behind.”

#halo.writes #my writing #opla #dracule mihawk #shanks #shanks x reader #mihawk x reader #mihawk x reader x shanks #f!reader #reader insert

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friautyalltheway · 9 months

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Up for a call?

⪩⪨ • Yunho x Reader Smut

⟢🎱

Warnings: Dom! Yunho, Sub! Reader, Phone sex, first time phone sex, fingering, mentions of hair pulling, porn without plot, starts soft but gets naughty, shy reader and Yunho

18+ below the cut!

Yunho being on tour with the band killed you. Yes- sure he would be coming back home in a few weeks again, but you needed him here with you. Of course, to cuddle and to just spend time together - but what you needed most right now was something entirely different. Everytime he went on tour, you became so fucking touch starved and simply needy. Seeing a single video of him performing and growling on stage made you go feral. But no amount of touching yourself could satisfy you enough. Nothing and no one was able to put up with Yunhos skills, which you were craving for right now.

After two hours of doom-scrolling through the latest tiktok-edits and twitter posts of your boyfriend, he finally texted you.

Done with the show for today! Up for a phone call? :)

His message read.

Of course Yuyu!! Just call me when ur ready - i ´ll answer!

You replied. You were looking forward to what he had to tell you about today´s show, and also you were looking forward to hearing his voice again.

A few minutes later your phone rang. Excitedly, you picked up. „Hi Yunho! How was the show today?“, you asked him.

„It went well. But i can ´t wait to come home again, to be honest. I miss you, and i miss peaceful, stress-free sleep…“

His deep, raspy voice went straight to your core. You were ashamed of how embarassingly horny you were for this man. He just wanted to talk, and here you were, thinking about him fucking you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear that would eventually make you come undone.

„Sweetheart?“, he asked. You realised you had been lost in thoughts for quite a while.

„Yes Yunho, sorry, I was just - uhm, distracted.“, you mumbled.

„Distracted? What distracted you, sweetheart?”

You took a deep breath, before you confessed what you had been thinking about for the past hours. „Yunho. It is that i miss you just- not in that way. I don’t know, it is kind of embarrassing to talk about that on the phone but- yes well, of course i want to cuddle up with you and stuff, but, oh god- i really need you in another… another way.“ you stuttered. You felt stupid. Hearing those thoughts from you was probably the last thing he needed right now, exhausted from an extremely long, exhausting show and-

„Y/N, so do I. I wanted to hear your voice. And do not get e wrong, of course I would love to be all cuddly with you right now, but what I really need is something that goes way further than just cuddling. It has been months since I’ve last been with you, touched you, and even on stage i could think of nothing else than just, shit- fucking you.”

You silently gasped at his confession. You felt like a horny teenager, sexting over snapchat- not like the girlfriend of an international Idol talking about how horny the both of you were on the telephone.

“God. I ´m so pissed off that you ´re two continents away from me. Wish you were here instead of your hotel room…”, you sighed.

You heard him draw in a sharp breath, and nothing could have prepared you for the things he was about to say.

“I know that I ´m not here, but we can make the best out of our current situation, right? We ´re both horny and touch starved - so how about you get all comfortable, loose those clothes and imagine i was next to you, hm?”, he suggested.

Shit, what had gotten into him? Yunho usually was not this brave, sometimes not even being able to ask you for sex when you were together because he did not want to make you uncomfortable. But not that you ´d complain - you’ve been literally hoping for something like that to happen. Yunho just shamelessly asking you to have phone sex was all you needed today. It wouldn’t fill up the hole entirely, literally and metaphorically, but it would do enough to satisfy the both of you.

“Sounds very good, yes.”, you told him, your fingers already unclasping your bra, freeing your breasts. Your nipples were already heard, blame the AC blasting cold air in your room.

“Can you… tell me what you’re doing right now?”, Yunho asked with a breathy voice.

“Playing with my- with my breasts, i guess. Feels good, Yuyu.”, you told him.

“Oh, fuck, just imagining your hands playing around with those nipples, shit, we’ve barely even started and I’m already so fucking hard sweetheart”

Hearing him say this made you press your thighs together, the heat in your stomach intensifying.

You let out a breathy moan. “Shit, i’d like to see that right now… Feel it…”

“Oh yes, so do I. I can only imagine how wet you are already. Tell me, do you feel good?”, Yunho asked.

“Mhm. So, so wet for you.”

“Come on princess, finger yourself. Let me hear how good you can make yourself feel while thinking of my cock.” You slowly started fingering yourself, focusing on Yunhos instructions while you applied pressure to your clit with your thum, while your index finger went in and out of your wet pussy. You let out a string of quiet whimpers, loud enough for Yunho to hear.

“Yes, that´s right. Imagine it was my cock pleasuring you right now. Shit. Want to pull your hair and make you my little slut… Want you to fall apart…”

Hearing those filthy, filthy words coming out of the mouth of your usually sweet, innocent boyfriend made your walls contract around your fingers.

“Stroking myself for you right now, princess. Feels so fucking good…”

You added another finger.

“Tell me what you ´re doing right now, will you?”, he demanded.

“G-got two fingers inside right now. Fuck, it´s not enough. I wish it was you, baby.”, you explained to him. “Go on, add another finger. I know you can take it.”

“I don ´t know if I can, ´m close already, so, so close…”, you whined. The image of Yunho lying in his bed, hand on his erect member was playing in your head non-stop, bringing you close to the edge faster than ever before. “I ´m sure you can, come on. Hold on a little while longer for me.”

His words of encouragement reached you, and you did as he told you. Using three fingers now nearly made you fall apart, the pleasure becoming overwhelming, your orgasm approaching fast.

“Sweetheart i ´m sorry, but I am so close. Wanted to keep on going but imagining my pretty, little pathetic whore with three fingers in her pussy is just way too much for me, shit…”

“Yuyu, fuck… I ´m-“

“Come for me, princess. Let me hear those moans, hm?”

That was what sent you over the edge. With one last, loud moan you came, Yunho following close with a satisfied groan.

“God. What a way to end the day.”, he murmured. “You did so good for me. Love you, sweetheart.”

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez imagine #ateez smut #yunho smut #jeong yunho #yunho x you #yunho x reader #ateez yunho #ateez yunho smut

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ms-demeanor · 9 months

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I see you talking about simple tab groups and I have a question about it. There's these backup files that keep appearing in my downloads and basically they're just a little annoying

I don't really mind there being backup files or anything but is there a way I can make all of those just go in a specific folder or something immediately?

And they accumulate over time, is deleting them after a while fine or does the program really need them for something or other?

I also suddenly looked up one day and was like "why the hell do i have twenty files called STG-DATE.TXT in my downloads folder" and it took me an embarassingly long time to recognize that "STG" was "Simple Tab Groups."

You are totally fine to delete the old files; it's just a backup so that if your system crashes that day the tabs can be recovered so a two-week-old backup isn't likely to be terribly accurate.

Anyway you manage it by going to add-ons and themes> simple tab groups> meatball menu> options> backup your simple tab groups> and change the settings you want there. I don't immediately see where you can change the folder it downloads to but I chose not to save favicons and reduced the frequency of downloads.

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ccuniculusmolestus · 26 days

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soccer / football player bunny boasting how good he is and then proceeding to hit henry smackdab on the face w the ball

ughh u kno this is one of my worst headcanons simply because it isnt true but i wanted/pictured Bun to be a soccer player just bcs i like sovccer but hes canonically a "football" (which in my mind also means soccer?? i call it football) player and AGHH

but yyes ..... and u kno what would make it funnier . if he did it on purpose (henry didnt buy him a nice dinner last night) n he pretends "oopsie mistake :P" . it happens so many times tho that eventually henry realized it is not, in fact, a co-inkidink that he keeps getting football related concussions whenever he pisses bunny off (it took him embarassingly long to figure that out) (damn u buny)

#henry having the epiphany in the middle of a study session in the library or forest i dont fuckin know #he shakes his fist at the sky “damn you rabbit”#next time he sees bunny hes about to stranglr him but the puppy dog glitter in Bunnys eyes (he saw a cool suit he wants) makes henry forget #the secret history #bunny corcoran #tsh #henry winter #tsh donna tartt #winterbunny #asks!#asks

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nancywheelersgirlfriend · 2 years

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I need to see Nancy grabs a bat and so ready to hit a person when she sees someone tells Robin she talks too much and it's annoying

i loved this prompt!! apologizes for getting it out so late. i hope you enjoy!

summer breeze (2,351 words) tw // use of a homophobic slur

Sure, Nance could understand that maybe Robin’s frantic motormouth qualities could be a little off-putting. But only when you first met her - if you couldn’t fall in love with her within five minutes of excited, obsessive conversation, Nancy couldn’t believe you had a heart. How could you not?

But some people in Hawkins did, indeed, have no heart. And that, judging by everything that’d gone down the past few years, wasn’t a total surprise. Nancy knew there were assholes in this town. She’d had her fair share of sexist interactions - Hawkins Post comes to mind, as well as beat-down intimidation from powerhungry teenage boys - rest in pieces, Jason. And logically she knew Robin must’ve as well.

Robin wasn’t younger than her and she certainly wasn’t naive. She’d been in the Hawkins workforce as long as Nancy, longer even - she’d gotten a job her sophomore year whereas Nancy’s first had been the summer of her junior year. But still Nancy desperately wanted to protect her from any and all outside threat. She wanted to wrap her up in her arms and keep her tucked apprehensively against her chest, like one might a small bird or something equally as precious.

Unfortunately that wasn’t possible because Robin a. wouldn’t let her and b. Robin was about half a foot taller. So no chest-holding for Nancy. That didn’t stop her from trying, though.

“I think what they say about short people is true,” Steve said through the side of his mouth, absentmindedly stirring his half-eaten pudding cup. Nancy, who had set up shop studying for the Emerson placement tests off to the corner of the Family Video counter, glanced up in confusion. They’d hardly spoken the whole hour and a half she’d been there - not from any tension but because she and Steve were at the point where friendship didn’t have to be fueled by words. He’d pass her a pudding cup. She’d rewind a few tapes for him when customers got too clogged and his busy work stacked up.

“What?” Nancy asked, halfway through a scoop of pudding and still residually focused on the question about Dickens’ social meaning in Tale of Two Cities.

“That you guys don’t have enough room to store your anger,” Steve explained, waving around his spoon. A wicked grin came onto his face, no doubt an expression he picked up from Eddie. “So it all comes out the top. Like you’re a tea kettle or something.”

“I’m not an angry person!” Nancy exclaimed, feeling slightly offended.

“Did I say your name?” Steve quirked an eyebrow in reply, but something in his toothy smile told her he’d definitely been talking about her. After a moment he slid down the counter, arms scratching against the purple plastic, and leaned over her textbooks. “But, just you so know, you’re a fairly angry person.”

“I absolutely am not,” Nancy retorted. Embarassingly this conversation was making her a little angry. But it was a justified anger. Always a justified anger. “Robin, am I an angry person?”

“I think it’s hot you get so worked up over things you’re passionate about,” Robin’s head appeared from where she’d been busy setting up a new window display about the recent Indiana Jones movie. She walked over, hands nearly overflowing with tapes, to come stand beside Nancy and smile at her. Somehow that was all it took - just a pink, flushed grin from Robin and Nancy fell apart.

“Yeah?” Nancy asked, realizing all too late her voice came out breathy and embarassing. On the other side of the counter, Steve fake-gagged. Neither girl paid him any attention.

“It’s cute how red the tips of your ears get,” Robin said, flicking Nancy’s (totally red) ear for emphasis. Her fingertips drifted from the skin to Nancy’s hair, tucking a stray curl behind and running a loving pointer finger against her neck. Nancy took a sharp breath in.

The familiar jingle of the door’s bell harshly interupted then. The two girls pulled away relunctantly. It was difficult to get a reminder that no, Family Video wasn’t some gay heavenly paradise. It was just a shitty little store in a shitty little backwater town. Robin ducked down to eat Nancy’s hovering handful of pudding quickly, shooting her a wink before she rushed away to meet with the customer.

“Shit,” Steve was back, voice low and teeth clenched. Nancy furrowed her brow.

“What?”

“That’s Dash Winkleman,” Steve spoke in a low, warning tone. Nancy followed his eyes to where he was staring, unwaveringly and angrily, at the kid who’d just walked in. Robin was speaking to him, customer service smile plastered on but hands wringing themselves out by her waist. “He and Robin used to be friends. He’s a real asshole.”

“I’m starting to see a pattern,” Nancy murmured, glancing back at Steve with a tentative smile. He didn’t even smile back - a clear sign that this guy was bad news. If he was pissing Steve off this much, who knew how upset it made Robin.

“I’m a reformed asshole,” Steve corrected. “Dash is a permanent dickwad. Always has been, always will be.” Even from a ways away, Nancy could see Robin’s face getting red. Her stomach churned at just the mere concept of Robin getting upset. That somebody was making her this upset - this Dash. Dash, who Nancy had never seen nor particularly cared about. She squared her shoulders and made a move to walk over, but Robin and Dash were making their way to the counter already.

“-jesus, I get it,” Dash’s voice cut in through the thick sound of the droning fan from the backroom. “You’re just as annoying as you’ve always been, Robin.”

“Excuse me?” Nancy hissed. As she went to move, Steve’s hand reached out to grab her arm.

“Robin wants to fight her own battles,” Steve told her. At Nancy’s furious expression, he relented his grip slightly. “Just saying from experience. She got super pissed the last time I tried to cut in on her conversation when this asshole came in bothering her at Scoops. And Dash doesn’t take anybody serious - at least, nobody on the social pyramid.”

“Lucky I’m not a jock then, yeah?” Nancy retorted shortly, shaking her arm free.

“-can’t talk to me like this anymore,” Robin finished, folding her arms across her chest. Dash didn’t look convinced.

“Listen, Robin, I’m just trying to help you,” Dash said, lifting his hands up placatingly. It did nothing of the sort. “If you keep the motormouth, nobody’s gonna want to talk to you. Or your, uh. Other quality.” Ugh. Nancy was getting increasingly sick of this particular type of dickhead. Especially if he was gonna keep accusing his girlfriend of being ‘annoying’.

“Hey, asshole,” Nancy snapped, coming to stand beside Robin. Dash’s eyes flicked to her with an ounce of surprise. “I’m not sure about which wire got clipped in that little brain of yours, but it’s clear something’s missing a connection up there - because if everything were normal, you’d be out the door by now.”

“Nancy Wheeler?” Dash asked, laughter in his tone. And okay, maybe Steve was right, because she could feel her ears starting to steam. “Since when were you and Nancy friends, Robin?”

“Since I decided to cut out all the assholes,” Robin snapped. “One in particular, actually.”

“Last time I checked, Nancy Wheeler hardly spoke,” Dash said, pointedly ignoring what Robin had said and instead turning on Nancy. He was sure acting like a real tough guy for only being about two inches taller than her. “I guess your motormouth rubbed off on her.” He raised an eyebrow. So the double meaning in that sentence was purposeful.

“Watch your mouth,” Nancy practically growled. Robin’s hand flailed out in the space between them, attempting to communicate something like calm the fuck down. Dash, with his beady little eyes, caught the movement and squinted.

“Watch your girlfriend’s,” He retorted. A shocked silence followed. “What, did I hit the nail on the head with that? Two dykes who don’t know when to shut their mouths-”

“Alright, get the hell out of my store,” Steve barked, swinging over the counter with a grace that usually escaped him. He stormed over, all five feet eleven inches looming menacingly. “Before I make you.” Nancy held out a hand to stop him. Dash raised his hands again, as if to say ‘I’m innocent’, but the smarmy grin on his face clearly said he thought he’d won. And Nancy couldn’t let that happen. He walked backwards through the double doors, starting to cackle as he reached the sidewalk. Nancy spun on her heels to face a seething Steve and a very shaken Robin.

“Your car’s unlocked, yeah?” Nancy asked. Steve nodded hestitantly and opened his mouth to verbally reply but she was already out the door.

She was out the door and crossing the parking lot in large, double-footed strides. Dash was a ways in front of her but he clearly heard her coming and turned, no doubt expecting another verbal reply. Instead Nancy shouldered past him, continuing her one-sight mission to Steve’s BMW - conveniently parked beside what she assumed to be Dash’s car. She popped the hood with one purposeful tug and found the holy grail.

“Jesus, you two are seriously the most annoying chicks in Hawkins,” Dash laughed as he came to stand behind her, much too close for Nancy’s liking. “If you ever get tired of getting your ear fuckin’ chewed off-”

She whirled around in a mad fury, nail bat gripped tightly in her hands and held out as a barrier between her and Dash. He jumped about five feet in the air, all smirk and smarm gone from his face. Now it was just terror. Delicious, delicious fear. That’s what he got for scaring Robin.

She swung it experimentally and Dash backed up so fast his legs smacked against the side of his car. It rocked at the sudden bump. He cowered. Nancy couldn’t help but laugh at how fast he’d dropped the cocky persona.

“Who’s talking now?” She asked. Nancy swung the bat again and Dash let out an honest-to-God whimper. “Bother Robin again and you won’t come away with anything left on your stupid rat face, much less a mouth.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Dash whispered, hands covering his head. “Oh my god, oh my god-”

“Nance!” Robin called out across the parking lot. She and Steve were bounding over. She had this amazed, almost reverent look on her face.

“Apologize to her,” Nancy commanded, gesturing to Robin with the bat. Dash looked up through wet eyelashes.

“I’m sorry,” Dash whimpered to Robin, who’d come to stand beside Nancy.

“Whatever, Dash,” Robin replied with an eyeroll.

“I don’t wanna hear anything from you,” Nancy ordered, swiping the bat just inches away from where his arms had come up to cover his head. “Got that, mouthbreather?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dash whimpered. “Please, just let me go-”

“Get the hell out of here!” Nancy shouted, lifting up the bat enough to let him scurry and open the driver’s seat door. Dash was practically tripping over himself trying to move fast enough, hands shaking and fumbling with the keys. The car sputtered to life. “You know, I’ve never seen anything so fucking pathetic in my life.”

Dash put his car in reverse so fast it physically lurched, churning out of the parking lot with a screeching from the tires and an eruption of smoke. Nancy watched the back of his car go and then Robin’s arms were around her neck, pulling her close. Their heads knocked together when Robin yanked her in, Robin’s breathy laugh pressed up against her ear.

“Nancy, you’re, like, the coolest person ever,” Robin gushed. “Seriously, that was legendary.” Nancy shrugged, suddenly bashful with all the attention from her girlfriend.

“He was making fun of you,” Nancy said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. “And I don’t want you to let him make you think you’re annoying. ‘Cause you’re not. You’re the opposite of annoying.” The bat clattered to the pavement as Nancy wrapped her arms around Robin’s waist, swaying her absently.

“Jesus, Nancy, you made me nearly shit my pants and you weren’t even looking at me,” Steve laughed. Nancy only just remembered he was there. He scooped to pick up the bat, handling it fondly as he placed back in his trunk and slammed it shut. “Glad the bat could be of service.”

“I gotta get my own,” Nancy announced. “Call it my Robin Defense Stick.”

“Maybe we could come up with a better name,” Robin suggested with a wince, though the dopey smile on her face suggested otherwise. “You really don’t think I’m annoying?”

Nancy’s grip on her waist tightened nearly a hundred percent. She pulled her closer and tucked her nose to Robin’s light brown hair with a fervent shake of her head.

“No fucking way,” Nancy promised. “Dash is an asshole and honestly, I’m a little disappointed I didn’t get to bash his nuts in.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll call you next time and you’ll get the first strike,” Robin promised, reaching up a hand to tangle in Nancy’s curls and hold her head to her shoulder.

“There better not be a next time,” Nancy grumbled.

“Not to interupt, but we do have another hour until our thirty,” Steve spoke up again, considerably awkward. Robin looked up and rolled her eyes jokingly at him, untangling herself from Nancy in a very disappointing manner.

“Alright, alright,” Robin waved him off. She and Steve started off back towards the doors and Nancy followed, catching up to make the group of two a group of three.

“If I’m gonna defend you from any potential name-calling assholes, I gotta keep a close eye on you,” Nancy said as explanation. Robin shook her head fondly and held the door open for her.

“Whatever you say, Nance.”

“Seriously! I’ll ask Jon how to make my own nail bat, don’t worry.”

“Ooh! Here’s a name idea: Dick Beater.”

“That’s a terrible name, Steve.”

“...Nancy’s Dick Beater?”

“Even worse. Somehow even worse.”

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